Recent content by Faolan

The flame was hot. He was too close; it was burning him and he couldn't pull away from the heat he wasn’t made to withstand. His edges darkened and curled, scorched, and then his whole body was enveloped as the flame swallowed him. Faolan's brows pinched together as he roused. Warm sunlight...

At least two. A rare smile flashed across his lips, then was gone just as quickly. “Yes, at least two,” he acquiesced. Amaryllis took the flower, which Faolan relinquished. When she raised it to tuck it in his hair, he braced his hands on the balustrade and leaned forward, making it easier for...

He hated parties. Unfortunately, they were bountiful in the Summer Court, and the Knight Captain assigned to the security of the princess and Heir Apparent was obligated to attend most of them. There had never been a time in his life where Faolan had anticipated a stuffy room crowded with nobles...

When at last their feet reached the ley, Faolan fell into Lorcán and Ama’s magick like a child into a mother’s comforting embrace. His mind was as weary as his body, too worn to truly process what had happened. Not yet, at least. Relying on their strength to carry him to safety, Faolan rested...

Forgive me, Faolan. A line of worry creased his brow. He had long ago promised his life to hers, sworn to serve and protect her, always. Did she think he had not meant it? Was that promise not worth every drop of blood, sweat, and magick he had? “Amaryllis,” he began quietly. Lorcan’s sharp...

“Don’t die.” At least Faolan had managed that much. Barely. He was panting, breathless as he whirled to see if Lorcan had managed to do the same. Of course, he had. Relieved, Faolan braced his hands on his knees and gulped for air. The wall of shadow hardened behind him and he craned his neck to...

The soldiers’ boots hit the shore, and Faolan tightened his weak grip on the hilt of his sword. He was as ready as he could make himself when a bolt of darkness struck the ground. Dark wings and shadows unfurled, heralding the rescue Faolan hadn't dared to hope for. Lorcán. He'd made it in time...

Faolan was having the second-shittiest day of his life. The ley line spat him out from between like a cat vomiting a hairball. He looked about the same as he lay in the mud gathering the strength to continue. He struggled to rise, stumbling before finally standing upright and lifting his face...

After several decades of ball attendance, three types of people emerged: those whose enjoyment of the gatherings flourished, those who became neutral to them, and those who grew to loathe them. For Faolan, he had settled in the middle. He attended the spring affair with the decided, even...

It was not often that a Duanann House was blessed with multiple children. So few of their kind bore children at all, and yet they were celebrating not for a second or third time, but a fourth. All the family and anyone worth inviting was in attendance. Relatives from all over the Summer Court...